THE COURT ROOM STRANGER

There I was in the court, with the chains on my wrists, A defender of lies, adding names to the list. The Accuser was screaming, reading out every flaw, I was broken and guilty, condemned by the law. No excuses to make, no defense I could bring, Just a bankrupt petitioner facing the King. The gavel was raised, and my sentence was death, I was trapped in the terror and holding my breath. But the one on white left His bench, stepped right into my place, And He silenced the room with a look full of grace. He said, "Put it on Me, every stain, every scar, I will pay for the wreckage of who they now are." He traded the stars for the scars on His hand, To pull up a wreck from the sinking quicksand. The verdict was flipped by the blood from His side, Where the wrath met the mercy and love magnified. Now the prison is empty, the shackles are torn, From the ashes of judgment, a champion is born! The gavel was dropped, but the Judge bore the blame, Now I walk out in freedom, shouting His name! (JESUS !!)